Call me Lenny/Leni @ shinigamiookamiryuu @lemm.ee

It's nice to meet all you. I am she/her, can speak Toki Pona and English (n

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I mean, you and I are in a group. Are we bad people?

I can't say I don't relate in a way. It was unusual that people ever banded in my favor, and they still technically see me as the odd one out, just in a way where I'm at least good enough to defend under those circumstances (perhaps they were defending more than me, though I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth here, and I'm not saying any of this to throw shade). Before I lived where I do, I was in another area with a similar "town" environment but which was very openly selective, once literally caring enough about the school janitor to announce his retirement on the announcements but then do nothing when one of us had our life changed forever due to a car accident. I tend to find myself on the bad side of cliques because of how different I come across and could typically never count on community support. But then circumstances end up surprising everyone, and hard.

My own mother was shamed out of the her church mostly because people thought she was annoying

What church was this?

There are good and bad people in every group. Give love based on the individual.

Reflect at your own pace, not others'.

At my workplace, there is a line in one of the recent community letters which says "Marcus Aurelius valued input, but his decision was final."

Supposedly the smell was something prehistoric people would flaunt. Mating in a lot of species is odor-based, and at one time, we were no exception. They did an experiment in an episode of a science program called Brink where they made a pheromone system that could be used to detect how related you were to a potential mate and found it successful. For us, they say, it just happens to gather in our armpits.

Whatever prehistoric people thought, nowadays we seem to dislike body odor and tend to favor filling the room with a mist of Old Spice.

I am famous for my love of my air fryer. Also, I had my main camera, a polaroid camera, gifted to me by my grandfather (who got it special from the higher-ups of Kodak back when I resided close to Rochester), and I don't ever see myself giving it up.

Both, but on the condition it's a bit more nuanced than that. Are we talking matters of culture shock, accidents, misunderstandings, a failure of restraint, things you regret later, things that sounded good at the time, things done under duress, things done while drunk, things meant to be humorous, etc.? Some things are circumstantial as opposed to up to any human factor, and these are more able to be looked past. But I'm also not going to yield every time someone who is drunk does something they typically wouldn't do when sober.

The library. You can also pay them to buy books for you, which stay in their system.

Not anymore than any other vaccine.

Would instrumental radio count?

I figured I was probably missing a bunch of nuance. Thanks.

I guess bats could bite on the head, but what would that do with a hard skull protecting you?

Mods? No. Admins? Yes. But as even my own experience at the hands of the masses shows, that doesn't mean they'll take sides.

Negative ions

It depends on how long you wait and where you are bitten. The further a bite is from the brain, the longer you have to live, and the larger a mammal is, the longer it takes for the rabies to develop (so, for example, a whale bitten on the tail will take almost a decade for the rabies to develop and kill it).

However, even then, the shots aren't just a one-time ordeal. You need to find a way to get a shot a day for I think twenty or so days before the rabies affects the brain. Remember that these are vaccines. There are no cures, you can only race against time to prevent it (or you can vaccinate yourself before there is any reason to fear, which is common in certain occupations).

Unless your circumstances are generous, like if you got bitten in a lucky spot with a lenient amount of rabies and then rushed immediately to the hospital, your chances of surviving are next to zero. The reason bat bites mean certain death is because they always bite on the neck, with people who don't know the signature thorn-like feeling of a bat bite not realizing they were bitten fast enough to react in time (so yeah, if you feel a thorny sensation while walking at night, call someone immediately).

There are groups that can help. Which is good as I can relate to that kind of thing.

It was still bloodless and is one of a few examples.

I didn't actually "see" this happen, but I did experience it, and there are a few people who know this story.

I came across someone who had prepared to do a large search around a large wooded area I had access to. I came up to him about it, and he said the family had lost a dog and was going to find it, and I offered to help. The wooded area was something like a park and had a lot of twists and turns, a lot of weird divergences and convergences. We were to call or text each other if we found the dog.

At one point, we came across one of the last places we could possibly look. One part of the path forked in one direction and the other in another direction. I took the path on the right and he took the path on the left. Part way down my path, I got a text saying he found the dog, and I thought it was a time for joy and was like "oh good". Not ten seconds later, I heard what sounded like one of the most agonizing screams I ever heard. Naturally I was startled, and it turned out the dog had rabies and it was in the active stages. I still don't know how the man is doing now or even if he made it.

If another example of something horrific is desired, there is probably something even more horrific than that hiding under everyone's nose here. I have two friends, which I call my best friends and which are the only two people I can call friends in every sense of the word, and they are avid spelunkers (the term for cave exploring, both the supervised, regulated kind and the spontaneous kind), a hobby which I mention often was taught to them by my grandfather but which I could never get into (though they have achieved a few world records with their exploration). Some crazy shit happens in cave environments, and a massive amount of complaints have piled up regarding how many of the individuals who need rescuing (both the successfully rescued and supposedly the unrescued) end up saying the last two people they saw are the two best friends of mine (who are spoken of as potentially lured certain circumstances in motion, sometimes with everyone indirectly knowing each other somehow), with the friends on the other hand never having ever needed any kind of external help for anything. They aren't said to have broken any rules in of themselves, but the idea all these people have all these tragedies they could even cite (which they then associate with my friends, as well as saying theft have also occurred) is scary to think about. Like imagine, from their point of view, witnessing the end results of so many tragedies in full horror, and somehow the thought comes to mind that none of it is an accident.

Sorry about that. I couldn't imagine what that is like.  

Never be afraid of being abrupt with something you want to get off your chest.

I need silence to read, or at least consistent noise, like the sound of a vent. The same applies if I'm trying to sleep. My mind isn't very vivid, so I guess speech overrides it easily.

The Glorious Revolution by the Dutch comes to mind.